CHAPTER SEVEN
MIRA
We knew where they’d been gathered, but we didn’t know how many guards they’d left behind, if any. We took a wide loop around to come from behind. Hopefully, coming up from behind where we estimated their horses to be would help to hide any noise we might make in our approach.
Their horses were held in a makeshift rope corral. We approached as quietly as we could, slowly making our way.
I heard voices ahead and motioned the others to stop.
“I tell you I heard something,” one voice said.
“It’s just the horses being restless,” another voice said.
“I don’t think so. It sounded like it was coming from farther away.”
They were speaking Urgan, but my pendant let me understand what they were saying. I was tempted to have Bavrana’s scouts handle the guards, but it wasn’t
